Thursday, July 19, 2012


Today a woman walked pasted us and she smelt like sweet Jell-o. Instantly I was transported back to my childhood. I could practically see the flavour crystals. Oh and when the boiling water would hit the powder, shocking it from a dusty rose to a vibrant pink. Stirring. Waiting. The sweet smell wafting up from the glass bowl. I really enjoyed making Jell-O with my Dad. Honestly, it's one of my favourite memories I didn't know I loved. Thanks lady.